Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.

A youth's knowledge is like a cheap shotgun-likely to do as much damage to the owner as to the game.

In levying taxes and in shearing sheep, it is well to stop when you get down to the skin.

Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.

Charity is the note that resolves the discord.

The modern king has become a vermiform appendix: useless when quiet; when obtrusive, in danger of removal.

Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age.